I miss my love stick.

Nothing too exciting to report, as of yet. I miss Korea, in the sense that I miss sort of everyday life. Today was the first day I got out and about around the American public in a year, and it was extremely odd. In all of the ways that I expected it would be -- the English speaking everywhere, everyone being enormous, not being stared at (as much). Smalltalk with strangers that wasn't marred by language timidity on either side. The men.

God, the men are different. Not in a bad or good way -- just different. Hairy and five-o'clock-shadowed and broad and -- well, this is Texas -- wearing workman's clothing.

I feel positively tiny. And, for the record, I'm not.

The food is destroying my stomach. I'm going to have to take it easy for the next two weeks.

Advantages to being home include helping my little cousin with his algebra homework, like the genius that I am, being able to sit out on the porch at night and talk to Mike on the phone, and continuing to visit with the baby nephew.


The next couple of days will see me trying to sort out a bit of fall clothing shopping, while also tending to the house while my grandparents are away. Babies and housewife duty. Don't get any big ideas. I'll be back in the ROK, swinging my love stick around again, in no time.

Ahem. Too much?